... is one of the two black cats Stephen and I adopted - one of the bigger of the two.
One rainy evening in March 2009, on our way home from work we passed by two dark figures jumping out of the bush onto the road. We pulled over and found two kittens, 10 weeks old and so tiny back then that they could fit on one palm each. We tried to locate their owners but were shocked and saddened to realise that they had clearly been abandoned.
Fast forward 12 months, they are huge, adorable, intelligent, sensible and sensitive cats. And I still tell them to leave those birds alone! (Ok, Mr Big is quite a drama queen actually)